Gang:

I was cruising around in the 'Bolt last night with the wife (co-pilot and victim-spotter). I hadn't driven the beast in over a week, so I was in a mood to dish out some severe punishment to all those deserving (F-Bodies, Ricers, RT's, and all others thus worthy). Found a few good candidates on the interstate (chick in an auto-tranny Trans Am, a mullet-headed rusty Camaro pilot, some silly stickered Acuras, some idiot bizzotch in a Jeff Gordon-ed Monte Carlo SS), but no takers due to heavy traffic.

Anyway, I pretty much gave up on dishing out the supercharged smackdown and exited onto Route 32 in the Eastgate area of Cincy. Why? Because that's where the Golden Corral buffet is located, and we wanted to get ourselves two heaping plates of that cheap, greasy, all-you-can eat grub.

Anyway, as I was rolling around the exit ramp in a line of soccer-mom traffic, my wife (God bless her!) pointed out the obvious (to everyone but me) fact that there was an obnoxiously ricer-ed SOMETHING directly in my gunsights! She called "Acura!", but I was able to identify it immediately as one of the General's finest - a Cavalier! He had some stickers on it, ground effects, a big-azzed pipe hanging out the back, a very LOUD interior treatment, wheels, tires, clear corners...

Anyway, we were rolling pretty slowly around the ramp, so I ran right up on his tail (nothing but honeycomb grille in his rear-view), knocked it into neutral, and threw a HUGE rev at him, just to drive the point home. There was a bit of traffic on 32, but I has hoping that a decent hole would open up to allow me to apply the azz-whupping.

Anyway, we cleared the ramp, and miracle of miracles, a lane imediately opened up clear to the horizon. There wasn't an adjacent clear lane, so I just had to run up on him from behind if he took the bait. At least we had one lane...

Anyway, just as soon as he cleared the ramp and merged over two lanes to the left (to the clear one), he downshifted and HAMMERED it. The thing squatted down pretty good and took off shockingly quickly for a Cavalier. I immediately followed him to the open lane, mashed it to the floor, and began reeling him in. He was rowing through the gears pretty good and throwing up some tailpipe smoke at each shift, and honestly getting on down the road at a pretty good clip, considering what he was working with. I ran up on him as tightly as I dared, backed off to about three-quarters throttle (to avoid squashing the poor little thing) and we stayed in it until about 90 MPH or so (posted 45 MPH, traffic at 45-50 MPH). All of the minivan-dads must have been most impressed when a scraming Cavalier with an open exhaust and a huge, shrieking supercharged pickup went flying past their door nose-to-tail at 90 MPH.

We slowed down and traffic opened up, allowing him to move over a lane and me to get alongside him. I looked over for his reaction, and was greeted with a HUGE grin and a very energetic thumbs-up. I returned the same. At the light (we were in the front of the line, but I, like an idiot, had already moved inot the right-turn lane) we rolled down the windows and exchanged greetings and compliments. He reported no use of a turbo, blower, or nitrous, which really impressed me (that's one fast NA Cavalier).

This is how it's supposed to work (perhaps minus the traffic). Street racing is fun, painless (when properly executed), and 100 percent wife-approved.

Deal with it.

[This message has been edited by Silver-Y2K-SVT (edited 06-27-2001).]

 

Sir Speedy:

1) As fate would have it, the reported spank-fest occurred immediately BEFORE the aforementioned wallow in the slop-trough. Hence, the unfortunate right-hand turn. Had I not hung the rightie to Golden Corral, I would have given the friendly Cavalier jockey a good look at my tailgate in some stoplight action. Incidentally, the beverage of choice was unsweetened iced tea. I drink it by the gallon (literally) and the caffeine seems to help my reaction times. However, the extreme jittery-ness it produces also, I believe, caused me once to bust off a HUGE power-braked burnout in REVERSE in front of an assembled crowd of co-workers (including my manager and manager's-manager). I was tweaking like a weasel on crack and forgot to knock it into "D" after backing out of the driveway.

2) Actually, I went pretty low profile on the whole thing - eyes forward, hands on the wheel. I WAS giving the cool, friendly rice-boy the usual "...WHO'S YOUR DADDY?.." and "...GET THAT SHIZZNIT OUT OF HERE!...", but no gestures. Wifey did gently (and wisely) suggest a reduction in velocity at around 90 MPH, which I heeded. Otherwise, she was rather composed and also showed good sportsmanship.

3) Not applicable.

4) Tee, hee, hee. Not bloody likely, smart-azz.

5) Prepared? Definitely. Haven't managed to hook one yet, though. Might get skunked today.


'Kharma:

Drag your significant other around on the back of a fire-breathing, heavily-modified, liter-class sportbike for a few years. For good measure, toss her down the road at around 80 MPH once or twice. After completion of this program, you can damn well pull any sort of stunt in the 'Bolt without comment. Follow me? It's all relative.


'Doom:

Still waiting on my fabricator. Good things come to those who wait (or so I'm telling myself).


'Cobra:

There are indeed some cool ones out there. Basically "fellow enthusiasts" who are into high performance (as opposed to "the lifestyle"). This guy was nothing but cool, and it totally made my day.

I forgot to mention that on the interstate run, I also ran up on a (red, of course) Firechicken with some big-azzed, silly-looking Japanese characters shoe-polished on the rear window and three young punks sporting "the look" (Eminem hair, silly white sun visor ****ed sideways) ensconced within. What I would have given for the traffic to part like that nut-case Charlton Heston did to the Technicolor Red Sea...

Indeed, we'll have to hook up at Edgewater.

 

Great Kill !....Just one question, is there a mod that you can recommend to get the "wife approval" ???

 

Talk to me about the ram air man!!!

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Michael
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Silver,

Alright, inquiring minds must know....

1. Did this event occur before or after the cheap, heaping mound of delicious greasy grub? Victory dinner perhaps... Was Milk the beverage of choice?

2. Did you and/or wife offer parade waves to the various lesser vehicles/spectators?

3. Did they return the waves?

4. Will you someday feel guilty about this "socially unacceptable" Fast and Furious escapade?

5. Are you prepared for the potential ourpouring of critisizm?



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Doesn't surprise me. One thing you have to remember alot of cars once they get going at decent speeds they can keep them up well. All of the different cars vary greatly in their 0-60 times, but alot of cars no matter power or size are more closely matched on 60-100 times. Look at the exotic cars like Lambos and Ferrari's, yeah they have great acceleration and 1/4 times, but you would think that w/ their power to weight ratio it would be better, but look at their acceleration during any speed.

My friend had an x-cab Chevy S10 and on the highway he was able to keep up with 99' L at speeds over 60mph.

Also the smaller cars with the huge exhaust, that huge exhaust helps them out greatly at high rpm's which is where they keep they're highway driving at, so the can accelare quicker

 

Silver-Y2K-SVT
The "victim-spotter" had me ROTFLMAO!! lol I was on I-74 on my way to work last week and a riced out civic was going in and out of traffic ahead of me. After about a half mile or so, he was stuck behind a slower vehicle in the passing lane waiting for the guy to get out of the way and I inched up right on his bumper. I saw him look down in his side mirror and then he turned to hi passenger really quickly. Then I see the passenger swing around and look back at me. AS soon as the other car got out of the way he hammered it and then got over in the slow lane. I see him reach out the window and he was waving me around... wanting a FLY-BY. So, me being the nice guy that I am, I obliged him and got waves and a thumbs up from him and his passenger.

We need to hook up at Edgewater sometime when we both have some free time on a Fri.

Well, gotta head to work.
Later,
Roger

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